The Flood by Black Hair Rolled In Dried Blood

“My whole life has been spent walking by the side of a bottomless chasm, jumping from stone to stone. Sometimes I try to leave my narrow path and join the swirling mainstream of life, but I always find myself drawn inexorably back towards the chasm's edge, and there I shall walk until the day I finally fall into the abyss.”

― Edvard Munch

Recorded using an OP-1 and a Zoom digital recorder, sat in a window seat, high above the Earth, looking out, examining myself, reflected in.

― BHRIDB

He sits in a small room listening to their conversations and speaking to himself.
They all listen, dying to answer their own questions. He watches his own likeness reflected in the broadcast on the screen and recognises no-one.

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